RWBY X MTG (Shadows Over Innistrad)

Deep in the thick Ulvenwald forest, a fresh bloody corpse laid on the ground, gripping his weapon so tightly. His horrified expression frozen across his face, while the fresh blood spewed across the mans white coat onto the tattered armor. The torn symbol of the Church, now coated with blood, only sealed his fate. His crimson body reflected a sinister red due to the moon being high in the nightly sky. The nameless man, along with his allies, laid sprawled across the thick forest, only to be consumed by the hungry werewolves that savored their successful hunt. The inevitable bloodied muzzles, crimson claws, the sound of flesh being torn apart, and the snapping of bones meant victory to the frenzied wolves. The nameless bastards would be forgotten.

Lunarch Inquisitors, oh these poor men and women, oh their screams were heard. Not by the angles or allies they so once believed in, but rather the unmerciful fury of the forest. A pack of werewolves, people victims to the wilderness tying into their souls and both sides struggling to control their soul. When they decided the inquisitors would be their nightly meal, they fought naturally for survival, all six of them. When the fighting started, the first blood was spilled by killing a werewolf, the rest felt this and searched for their fallen pack member. The normal humans were quickly overwhelmed by the pack. This wasn't some freak incident, this was routinely in the region of Kessig. They should've know better, humans are the universal prey when the moon comes out, such is the law of nature across the plane of Innastrad.

As the last of the flesh was consumed, they rallied behind their alpha. The most fearsome and ferocious of them all, Arlinn Kord. A pack leader and planeswalker. This is a very dangerous combination, especially when she can control her transformation. It was her spark that allowed the forest and human in her to work as one. What made her even more dangerous was her motherly instinct. Yes she took care of her pack as if they were her own, but she took care of her son, Dyvin Kord even more so. She lost her husband night after Dyvin was born, the alpha. She had to fight tooth and mana all the way to the top. She used her manipulation of mana to make those who once stood in front of her side themselves with her, or die trying to become alpha. That was sixteen years ago.

Her main goal was preserving their species. So when it comes to a fallen pack member, she wept, the pack wept, and her son wept. The grieved and had to carry on with themselves, for they knew they could not save them all. This is why she Arlinn is dangerous, for she would rather die instead of someone else, especially her son.

Another night came to an end and another morning sunrise. The pack of transformed humans woke to the dewy ground they slept on. Many wore ragged and shredded clothes and some were completely naked. As they gained their conscious, many began to cover themselves in cloaks that they so happen to be gratefully wearing, thanks to Arlinn's leadership. They gathered their senses, and began to move to their camp. Which wasn't a challenge since they all knew where it was, thanks to years of hunting in the Ulvenwald forest. They walked in groups of five to avoid unwanted predators, spirits and 'unnatural' hunters. As they are untransformed humans they are weaker, but as the beastly wolves they are stronger. As the darken forest surrounded them, they felt comfort knowing that if anything was out there, it would turn tail. To face one would be easy, but a group of about fifteen or so humans was suicidal.

When they finally arrived to camp, they looked upon the destruction. The camp consisted of a few busted down wooden walls, a few torn tents, torn houses, horses that were scarred beyond their wild imagination, and a ransacked food supply. Some of the former transformed, specifically the pacifist one looked away sheepishly. They knew they caused it, the memories played in their minds. Some laughed at them, some grumbled small incoherent curses. In all though, this was another day together, after all it kept them from being bored. They entered and began to rummage for some wearable clothes, and something edible left in the food supply. They began to gather around Arlinn for some instructions on what to do with their current predicament.

"Maryanne, gather some loggers to cut down a few trees to replace the walls. Don't be afraid to use your real strength, we're going to need it" Arlinn began. Maryanne was a Hitherland logger that had experience in gathering the necessary amount of trees, in this case, a lot.

"Yes ma'am. Jonathan, Marybeth, Drulain. You are with me, we need about eight trees just for the walls." she finished. They all gathered their necessary tools and headed out.

"Theion, take some gold and skins to the nearest town to get as much food, avoid the Breakneck route if you can." Arlinn ordered.

"I will avoid it if I have to." He said as he left to get what he needed.

"Now thanks to some people," everyone turned mainly to the ones that were more of the pacifist kind "We need to hunt for some food. I will be accompanying a hunting party, along with my son." Arlinn finished. Dyvin was a little shocked, for he wasn't natural at hunting as a human, since he was a more of a mage kind. It was a challenge the young man would except, after all it is expected to be able to hunt in both transformations, he is the son of the alpha.

The day was coming to a high, Arlinn, Dyvin and silent former solitary hunter Glen were silently moving through the woods. Hoping to pick up a scent with their enhanced smell, and track it. They were traveling on the road declared the "Game Trail", few carts and animal tracks were seen on this path. The unusual part was that this very trail was flowing with large amounts of green and red mana. Two other groups split off to hunt in another direction. More ground more food.

"Arlinn, I found some fresh track, deer by the looks of it." Glen said kneeling down. His fingers dug deep into the dirt and he scooped up some dirt for them to smell. He wiped the dirt off his hand and picked up his battle axe.

"Good, which way did it go?" She asked

Dyvin lifted up his nose, sniffed the air deeply.

"It's not far mother, by a river. Downhill and some bushes that do bear fruit are near by, smells like it was returning to it's home." Dyvin answered for Glen. Glen looked at him shocked, sure they could smell that well, but to be able to tell distance comes with years of experience, or naturally. Glen looked at him, then nodded in approval.

"You sure do take after your father young man." Glen said. Dyvin looked at him and his smiling mother. The problem was that he doesn't know his father very well, but everyone keeps telling him that. A man who was one with the wolves of nature, a Huntmaster of the Fells. How he met his mother was a 'fate granted by angles, spirits and humans alike'. he asked his mother sometimes about him, but that was all he got. Does she miss his still? Does talking about his remind her about what she lost? Does Dyvin remind her too much? The trio moved through the woods while Dyvin tries to forget those questions. Something brought them to their attention, an overturned cart. They approached it quietly and cautiously. It may seem innocent at first, but spiders and spirits do linger around things like these. After deducing it was safe thanks to Dyvin's and Arlinn's natural connection to mana wasn't able to pick up on either. They passed by it until something caught Dyvin's eye.

"Wait." The older adults looked at him confused. He dug through the scattered dirt and wooden splitters. He pulled out a sword in it's light brown leather sheath. Glen walked up to him, and asked to see the condition of the blade. Glen unsheathed the blade. A bronze color with a steel handle. The hilt held a carving of a skull, some jewels were missing. The blade was still sharp. He examined it even closer, but he just stared back at Dyvin.

"Good find, it will help us eventually," Glen stopped and sheathed the neglected blade. "there is rich history in a blade like this." He looked at the wreckage "I'm sure it's previous owners had some stories to tell." They both turned to see Arlinn staring at the woods, The sound of the river was closer. as they both approached her she whispered,

"Glen, scout ahead, See what you can find."

"I understand." was all he whispered. He took off the small crossbow off his hip and disappeared. Arlinn looked to her son, noticing the brand new blade he now wore upon his fur imbued outfit. She ruffled his hair lightly, and smiled once more.

"Even have a weapon now." she said. "Now, as we may have not to worry about losing prey when we are transformed, we do as humans. We may be faster than other average humans, we are still slower than wild animals. But an ambush will help us get closer and that blade of yours can surely be useful, aim for the neck."

They stealthy approached the river, when they heard a light high pitched whistle, that was Glen signaling to approach lightly. Dyvin and his mother crawled slowly. The peeked through some bushes, and saw an entire heard of deer. Looking closely they saw Glen across and opening that led to the river. He was looking at them and waiting. The herd consisted of three large bucks and many does. Looking like they were traveling and they were picked off one by one. The river was loud as there were rocks that prevented smooth flowing. Arlinn was already using her red mana to summon what was called a 'lightning axe.' Dyvin unsheathed his new blade, ready to run out and attack one. Glen raised his crossbow and fired hitting, one buck in the lung and into the heart. The heard panicked and started to run away when Arlinn threw her spell, cutting another buck's head completely off. The herd turned seeing the danger and running the other way. Dyvin shot out of the bushes, both hands present on the hilt swinging downwards onto the last buck. The blade cut into the spinal cord severing connection from the brain, but dropping immediately. Bringing the sixteen year old with him, and smothering him.

"I said neck, not spinal cord." Arlinn laughed at her son's folly as Glen helped the deer off of him. Successful yes, embarrassing by disobeying her orders, even more so.

"Sorry, I'll do better."

The sun was at the point where it can be declared it was going to set. the trio hadn't met up with the others. They were hoping the others got some small game; rabbits, squirrels and pheasants. As they were traveling back something was odd, they didn't sense the others, maybe that was because the blood from the bucks were blinding their smells. As they got closer to the camp, many trees were cut down but very little of the walls were repaired.

"What in the woods…" Dyvin began, "Why isn't the walls repaired?" He looked to his mother.

The camp seemed to be empty at a first glance. As they traveled

"Oh my god…no." the alpha stared in . She dropped her deer's empty carcass, Glen dropped his and Dyvin followed suit. They sprinted back to the camp, when they arrived they found many pack members dead, along with…human soldiers. Many bodies littered the grounds of the makeshift town, but it was for certain, someone found them out…or sold them out. Dyvin wondered into the town, looking at the bodies, he felt sick. His Mother came behind him. "It'll be okay my son." she said as she look around at the massacre that was seen before them. It would be wrong to say that she was unfazed, but inside she was angry.

"I'll be damned, Lunarch soldiers. Only question is that who organized them?" Glen asked as he looked around the destruction. Swords were inside bodies of the pack members, the soldiers had faces and necks ripped savagely, blood even covered the ground in a very large area. Burned housings and makeshift dwellings, even the horses were gone. Truth is, the camp was starting to come together.

"That would be me!" a deep booming voice declared. The trio turned around to see and older man across the other side of the field, in a dark coat and silver late of armor. A head of grey hair and grey facial hair were on his grizzled face.

"Odric!" Arlinn shouted. Odric was a very dangerous man. He was the Lunarch Marshal, a leader and a faith driven warrior. He was surrounded by many humans that were all dressed in armor and held their swords high. There were a lot to many to count. Odric stepped forward, sword held high and he spoke.

"There has been enough of you abominations, even more insulting is that a Archmage like you can turn so easily against the church." He declared "Now killing my soldiers and desecrating their bodies is enough for your deaths." He looked to his fallen men and women on the scene before him, "This world is plummeting into madness and I have been given the task to eradicate you all. Even if that means killing a planeswalker like you. Soldiers! Attack!" Odric and his army advanced forward, by forward they all charged and ready to strike. Arlinn threw up a wall of fire to impede their progress. One man was stupid enough to jump through it and straight attack, Glen intervened and chopped him right down with his axe.

"RUN!" he shouted Arlinn agreed and they all turned tail and retreated back into the woods. When the flames died down the chase was on again. They all ran, the three wolves had a good head start but were losing ground. Even though they knew these woods like the back of their hand. The amount of soldiers kept them from truly being gone. Odric expected this, one solider got the drop on Glen and cut him across the chest.

"Gah!" he gasped at the sharp pain, he struggled but shrugged it off and cut down that solider. Arlinn and Dyvin turned to help him, noticing the bloody gash on his chest. "NO! GO!" He shouted, " I'll do my best, both of you RUN! NOW DAMN IT!" he shouted. Arlinn and Dyvin ran once again, Dyvin felt a sharp sting in his chest, it wasn't an arrow, it was regret of leaving Glen behind. Behind him he could hear the battle that ensured, he could feel Glen in pain. Arlinn and Dyvin ran and ran with the soldiers hot on them. Their legs burned as they ran, trees passed them in a blur as tunnel vision began to fill their eyes. The soliders were heard behind them, boots stomping. Some would even take position to fire a bolt from there crossbow. Dyvin looked behind him. That was when a bolt cut him across the face, right across the eye brow. Dyvin stumbled a little, Arlinn notice this and had to take a desperate measure to keep her son alive.

"Dyvin, run into the woods! I'll meet you somewhere, don't worry I have your scent!" She gasped out as the breath filled her hot lungs.

"What about you Mother, I can't leave you!" He shouted in protest. Looking at her desperately through a tint of red.

"For your sake boy, just do it, I'll be fine!. You're a strong man, I love you, NOW GO!" She shouted. Dyvin hesitated a little but he broke off from his mother's trail, and ran into the thicker woods

"I LOVE YOU TOO MOTHER!" he shouted back. Arlinn smiled at this and ran faster. Soliders were following both of them, only a small amount notice the break off and pursed the young man, others were focused on big game. Dyvin ran deeper and deeper, feeling the sun starting to set down, maybe he could hold off until the moon was out to become the beast within. But as every case of a chase goes, he tripped. Falling hard into a open clearing, he soon found himself surrounded by four men and three women. All holding their sword at him. This was a fight and he had to be creative. He took his new sword and his energy and started to focus it into a fiery blast. But was interrupted by a man swinging at him. Dyvin blocked the sword with his but stumbled back. Their longer swords were able to knock his around easily. Even worse was that he started to use a sword today, of all days. He kept turning himself to keep his blinded vision on them. He was cornered, and surely to die.

"I hate having to kill a mother and son, but for the safety of everyone in Innastrad, you must die." one women said.

"Give up now and we'll make it clean." One man said

"Don't be stupid, you won't die a dishonored death." Another said.

He was alone, afraid, about to die. The sun was still out, no chance to become the other half. His desperation lead to him feeling something inside of him, a wild power. A rush of energy came to him as he shot out a fireball at one man. The poor bastard scream as others looked at the once cornered animal. He would take his sword and start the dance, attack, block, and attack again. Two attempted to attack, but were on the defensive once again as Dyvin's once worried expression turned to defiance and clear burning anger in his eyes . The others tried as well. He was too fast for them. He was swinging wildly in an unpredictable manner. They realized they made this mistake. You never corner and animal, they will fight back. Dyvin felt alive as he attacked, the new energy rushed through him, could it be adrenalin? No, much more powerful. It was burning brightly inside him. So bright he was glowing himself, he paid no mind.

"Are werewolves supposed to glow like that?!" one woman shouted in confusion. The soliders started to back off. The last six of Odric's people would only find themselves dumbstruck. Dyvin looked at himself, he was glowing. He was feeling alive, he felt like it was going to explode. Only to find himself…fading? Then to be blinded by the most powerful of pure white lights, then followed by an explosion, leaving only a crater in the now darken forest. As the light faded, only the dead remained of their failed attempt to kill. Only the howling of the werewolves were heard. As they too have survived.

Ozpin sat in his clock tower office. He was reviewing reports of their progress, RWBY and JNPR specifically. He reviewed their time at Beacon Academy. It was interesting to say the least. RWBY and JNPR worked very well together. Not only as teammates internally, but as teams together. He was proud and amused by their antics. He was about to drink his black coffee when a red flashing light on his desk brought his attention away from the reports. As he open the alert, he was a bit confused,

"An energy surge? In the Forever Fall?" He couldn't tell what it was, but it was massive. So massive, it was messing with the grim readings. Nothing could give them a visual as all the cameras were knocked out. The last visual was a bright light and then nothing. The readings were detecting a massive amounts of grimm, or one titanic grimm. "What in world…." he immediately sent a message through his scroll. It was more of a command, but Glynda and Ozpin worked together for so long, she knew he wouldn't call her unless it was important. Sometime pass eventually, but the blonde witch came through the elevator into the office.

"Yes headmaster?" She asked

"We may need new cameras in the forest." He showed her the report on the screen. He replayed the last transmission of the video, the same thing happened. Calm, then havoc, then nothing

"What, that can't be right. These reading are saying there is a whole bunch of grimm in one area." She stated.

"Or one big one." Ozpin countered. He looked at the cameras again, this time they were on, and it showed the calm and red forest in it's natural state. Ozpin look to Glynda and back to the screens.

"We may need to send some second year students to recon the area, the third and forth years are in Mistral and Vacuo dealing with some grim activities there." Glynda said. Ozpin nodded. Ozpin didn't like it, but past situations, namely the breach of Vale, called for expansion around the world.

"And maybe some first years," Glynda looked at him curiously "You can't save them from getting their feet wet until the second year, the sooner the better." Ozpin said, Glynda couldn't argue with that.

"As you wish headmaster." Glynda started typing into her scroll to get the mission ready. As Glynda left, he slowed down the video, before the cameras shut off, he noticed a silhouette of what looked like to be a giant beowolf.